I noticed that imagehosting is down - I uploaded my graphic there. The site doesn't seem reliable.
Anyway, here is my red dress again, hehe. Hope everyone in having a wonderful weekend.
Posted on 08/26/2005 7:50:27 AM PDT by Billie
Hi pip
You sure are doing good with you CP don't see you around much at DD glad you are here on this lovely thread it is really thoughtful!
A Baby's Hug
We were the only family with children in the restaurant.
I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his fat baby hands
on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared
in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment.
It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast
and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty
and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose
was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell,
but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
"Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi."
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man .
The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
"Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik,
who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skidrow bum,
who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot.
The old man sat poised between me and the door.
"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.
As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid
any air he might be breathing.
As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position.
Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship.
Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder.
The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes.
His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom
and stroked his back.
No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.
The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine.
He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift."
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying
and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying,
"My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin,
who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul,
and a mother who saw a suit of clothes.
I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking,
"Are you willing to share your son for a moment?"
when He shared His for all eternity.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,
"To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."
~ LadyX
I noticed that imagehosting is down - I uploaded my graphic there. The site doesn't seem reliable.
Anyway, here is my red dress again, hehe. Hope everyone in having a wonderful weekend.
Go - Here
to a thread titled
[Have tissues handy....]
Okers.
Wasn't sure if it was made anymore.
Sorry about being late.
Was out hiking for most of the day, played 'trail guide' had a small injury to take care of (Bashed knee) then had to go back to assist the group out from the trail.
Go to my # 244!!
Hi Vic.
One word for the pic:
8-D~~~ *stuned*
(Happens easily to me from pretty images)
Good, lol!
Excellent read, thanks!
Now I'm getting sketch ideas.
This is bad.
;-)
I'm told there is nothing worse in the universe than an artist with paper, pencil, and an idea.
Whole worlds have been destroyed, whole worlds.
(And whirleds.)
;-)
I hope I haven't caused you an irreparable damage.
None that sketching won't cure.
*chuckle*
LOL! You're funny.
Thanks.
Admittedly, my sketches are demented.
Always.
By the way, looks like Cindy is having competition, LOL. I'm glad about that.
LOL, yes she has competition.
The adult lady with the kids voice pretending to be a child truly creeped me out.
Thankfully, I haven't heard Mizz Sheehans voice.
I'm convinced that I'd be creeped out beyond creeped out.
As for being too hard on myself..
Links (Some content not fit for human consumption due ot massive 'odd'.):
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http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/Stuff/Untitled.jpg
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/MyDecember.jpg
Have you seen Julie's thread? I already voted and we were ahead, I hope we still are.
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